Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
![]() ![]() ![]() L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ ![]() L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I L ![]() ![]() On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara ![]() passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: ![]() These pictures rotate. Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Le monde gris Shades of grey wrap Montreal, as winter drains all color from Grace's thoughts. To be anybody or everybody yet nobody, not black or white, just grey. She'd shortened her name to G. added Raymond, to honor her cat. Got a credit card in that name. She liked it. So anonymous, eponymous, perfect. G. Raymond lives! Grace hugged her new identity, to celebrate, hurried to Tim Horton's. © Kåre Enga [177.154] (25.juli.2020) (20 lines) **PROMPT** Assume this name/credit card issue really does have an impact on G. Raymond, whether good or bad. Write either the lament of G. Raymond, or the exaltation of G. Raymond. Your choice. For:
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